C67 Who Dares to Touch Her?

A man in rough linen clothes was running in the village with a child on his back. Yang Faan would go wherever the child pointed.

The ancestral hall in the village was bustling with noise and excitement. In the ancestral hall, kneeling on the ground, was a slightly plump, dark-skinned woman with messy hair and eyes devoid of any sort of charm — — Ceng Qing